Слова:
The Narrow Notes On Breathing

is never clear, fueled by tears and notes on breathing. And now here I am, an aching man. Not for you not for the world and notes on breathing. This

now we finish the race It's on now [Chorus] So much on my mind I just can't recline Blasting holes til the night bled sunshine Breathe in... Breathe

On the corner of Belmont and Picket Avenue I seen her As if I dreamed her I was dead broke, now I will use key notes to make G-notes So it's always hope

Blind is the fool whose dawn was just a narrow room Ornamented fairy-birches Soul mirrorshrines Sometimes cries my inner flame: "Oh breathe these singing

sung like Sarafina On the corner of Belmont and Picket Avenue I seen her As if I dreamed her I was dead broke, now I will use key notes to make G-notes

Rusted irons trap mental, thought's essential Mask meticulous movement towards central Sip from holy grail to breath eternal, but time's concurrent

Blind is the fool whose dawn was just a narrow room Ornamented fairy-birches Soul mirrorshrines Sometimes cries my inner flame: "Oh breathe these singing

On the corner of Belmont and Picket Avenue I seen her As if I dreamed her I was dead broke, now I will use key notes to make G-notes So it's always hope